love or torture:
 
 is it love or torture,
all i know is it's torture the way i feel about you....
is it torture or much much more.............
 
look at you:
 
 the way i look at you is not the way you think i do....
i really wish you knew the way i really feel about you......
 

A bird:
 
a bird is what i see when i look at you...
the way you fly around like a free bird.....
 

 Creatures in my home:
 
There’s a boogie man under my bed,

Skeletons and ghosts in the attic,

Trolls in the basement,

Pixies and fairy’s in the garden,

Tree nymphs in the trees,

And water nymphs and mermaids in the stream,

During the day they sleep but during the day they come out and play,

So when my teacher asks why i fall asleep in class i can say,

I was swapping stories with the boogie man under my bed, 

Playing cards with the skeletons and ghosts in the attic,

Swapping stories with the trolls in the basement,

Danced with the fairy’s and pixies in the garden,

Swapped more stories with the tree nymphs at the trees,

And went swimming with the water nymphs and mermaids at the stream,

After that I get a detention but i can still say i told the truth........

 

Moments:

Moments are good and bad,

Sad and mad but what hurts the most is...

The feeling of your heart breaking,

When you are standing there with that rose in your hand when she says

It’s time we take a break......

Hero:

Is a hero someone you can trust, believe in, count on, or depend on,

I believe a hero also fits the description of a true Love.............

 

The resemblance of love:

A bird will fly high,

 A bird will cry away,

 A bird will die in the die of the night...

The real Jack and Jill:

 

Jack and Jill went up the went up the hill to fetch a cup of water,

Jill came down but jack was nowhere to be found,

Jill went up the hill with her cup to see where poor jack went,

All she found was a dragon,

He/she looked like a peaceful dragon until she saw that crown a lying on the head,

She looked down at her mom crying I need the cup of water leave jack to what he’s doing,

Then when her mom asked were jack was so she said,

Jack and I went up the went up the hill to fetch a cup of water,

I came down but jack was nowhere to be found,

I went up the hill with the cup to see where poor jack went,

All I found was a dragon,

He/she looked like a peaceful dragon until I saw that crown a lying on the head,

I looked down at you crying I need the cup of water leave jack to what he’s doing,

That’s the story sorry its gory come back and tell me a story...

 

What are you:

 

The others in my life have been northern stars,

Leading me to you,

But what are you,

In the day you’re the sun at night you’re the moon...

 

Moving on:

 

Moving on sounds easy but it really isn’t,

 The way you feel isn’t to be bottled away,

The way they feel may go a different way,

But that doesn’t change the way you feel...

 

The perfect boom:

 

The way you sit there invisible,

Is like the way a fire work waits for the perfect boom,

Then it will appear in that perfect boom,

With it’s explosion of colors and sparkles...